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night changes // lance stroll

summary: an overview of moments in lance and y/n’s relationship

pairing: lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: a brief mention of sex and pregnancy

authors note: literally my first time writing anything on here so for the love of god please be gentle 🤞🏼 positive feedback and reblogs would be appreciated.

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manchester, england. august 2022

the couple lay tangled in an embrace, tan comforter tangled around their bodies as they slept.

lance woke up first, a hazy smile on his face the half light. on the table next to him, his sliver wedding ring lay next to his airpods and their charger. across the room, the window was propped open against the summer heat, an IKEA crib settled against the wall underneath.

the aston martin driver smiled to himself as he remembered the drunken boys night with sebastian, esteban, alexander and checo where they had all tried to put the baby furniture together, the two drivers who actually had kids choosing not to help and instead watching the youngsters struggle over open bottles of guinness.

he turned his head away from the crib, looking over at the woman sleeping next to him, messy hair sprawled on the pillows and bags under her eyes from all the sleep she had lost from nights where their daughter simply would not stop crying. lance knew he didnt look any better, and lord knows seb reminded him of that every day.

but y/n stroll was the love of his life, and she looked perfect anyways.

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toronto, canada. june 2019

there were a few days to spare before the canadian grand prix in montreal and a couple of the drivers had decided to go to toronto to catch a jays game before the race. there were three hours until first pitch, and in an attempt to find a greek restaurant, the youngest of the drivers had gotten hopelessly lost.

“how the fuck are we lost!” lando norris was the first to complain, leaning shop window for one of the many marijuana dispensaries popping up in the toronto area. ”according to google maps, greektown is literally only two streets!”

“why the hell is it called greek ‘town’, then?” charles leclerc pitched in

“i have no idea.” pierre gasly groaned. “ask lance, he’s the one who grew up here.”

lance rolled his eyes. “i grew up in quebec, jackass. not ontario. i’m as lost as you are.”

“why don’t we just ask for directions?” charles asked, looking down at the map on his phone. “it’s not that hard.”

“yeah, lando, it’s not that hard.” pierre whined, hungry and annoyed. “we’ll miss the game at this rate. are you sure that we didn't just get off at the wrong subway stop or something?”

“jesus christ.” lance mumbled under his breath, heading up the street in an attempt just to find some peace and quiet.

for a formula one driver, lance isn’t always the most aware of his surroundings. mid you, she wasn’t either.

he was walking past an indie bookstore, just a few doors down from where the other young drivers were still arguing about the merits of asking for directions when lance crashed head on into the young woman leaving the bookstore. the paper bag she was holding ripped, sending four paperback mystery novels falling to the sidewalk.

“holy shit, i am so, so sorry.” lance gushed, kneeling down to help her pick up the books. “are you okay?”

she looked up, and lance was instantly taken in by her eyes. her magnificent eyes, like seas of color and emotion that he could get lost in.

“i’m okay.” her voice was like honey, the sweetest sound that the racing point driver could ever imagine.

“i’m sorry about your books.” he said as they both got back to their feet.

she shook her head. “it’s okay. no harm done.”

lance passed her the two books he was holding, as well as holding out his palm for a handshake before realizing that her hands were all full. “I’m lance.” he said awkwardly

she smiled, and it lit up her whole face. “y/n.”

at that point, lando, pierre and charles had stopped arguing with each other and were watching lance and y/n very closely, cheeky smiles on their faces as they watched the two exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch.

lance would talk to her almost every single day after that, and endless sea of chaotic text messages and facetime calls. after the third or so call, he came clean about being a race car driver with racing point f1.

y/n had laughed at him, and told him that he wasn’t european enough to be an f1 driver, and that he didn’t have a hot enough accent.

she meant it as a joke, but really, she didn’t believe he was telling the truth.

until he told her what team he was on, and she googled “lance, racing point f1″.

“i stand corrected, mr strulovitch.” she grinned on the other end of the facetime call. “so what fancy city are you in right now?”

he smiled before standing up and going to the hotel room window to show y/n the view. “baku, in azerbaijan.”

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monza, italy. 2020

y/n came to her first race in 2020, the strangest of all the seasons amidst the ongoing pandemic. lance told her that she didn’t have to, that he’d make a stopover in toronto next time he had a chance, but y/n was insistent. she needed a break from school, and had always wanted to go to italy anyways.

monza lacked the energy that most of the races usually had. because of the pandemic, the stands were empty, and the track was quiet. lance didn’t like it, the silence depressed him.

but he felt better because she was there.

he and checo were preparing for the race while the mechanics messed with the last few things on the car. y/n was with the engineers, and they were walking her through some of the more finer technical points of the sport.

lance was starstruck, wondering how on earth he was dating her, the most beautiful, brilliant and incredible human being on the planet. he stood next to his bright pink car, race suit hanging low around his hips, and just watched.

checo came up next to the boy, nudging him in the side. “so that’s why you’ve been in such a good mood lately. the neverending stream of facetime calls and text messages that make you giggle like a little girl.”

lance blushed, pale features turning pink. “shut up, man. i think i love her.”

y/n looked over at her boyfriend from the pit wall, a chunky pair of headphones on her head so that she could listen in to the race while she watched, a huge smile on her face as she flashed him a thumbs up

checo clapped him on the shoulders. “let’s give her a good race, kid.”

and a good race it was.

lance came in second, the entire racing point team rushing to the finish line to cheer him on as the chequered flag waved. y/n was glowing against the overcast sky as lance started his cool-down lap, nothing but pride in her chest as she watched the little pink car follow the leading alphatauri around the track another time, an orange mclaren not far behind.

as soon as lance got out of the car, he threw his helmet into the arms of a waiting mechanic and ran straight for y/n, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around, before kissing her madly as the team went wild, and there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that the skysports cameras that had been covering the victory for the two smaller teams were also covering the kiss.

after the two broke away from their magical moment for some air, lance pulled her close, draping his sweaty body over hers as he attempted to slow his breathing.

“i love you so fucking much.”

that night was the first time either of them had said it, returning to the hotel to spend every second of the italian night wrapped up in each other, clothes strewn over the backs of chairs, a bra hanging from the bathroom doorknob, sheets a tangled mess around them as she moaned his name, both of them truly in love with the other.

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manchester, england. fall of 2020

packing up her life and moving to manchester with lance should have been the hardest thing that y/n ever did. but it wasn’t. she had family there, family she had hardly even ever met. showing up to her uncle’s house in stockport in an aston martin with a formula one driver on her arm was certainly one way to make an impression on her extended family.

lance was in abu dhabi for most of the move, and his heart ached at the idea of not being able to share such an important milestone in their relationship at home, with y/n at his side. he took solace in knowing that abu dhabi was the last race of the season, and that he’d be home to his lover very soon.

y/n promised she would wait up for him. her uncle promised to pick lance up from the airport, an arrangement she wasn't sure she completely trusted, and she was nervous as hell about waiting for him to come home. she had watched every second of the race, and knew it wasn't one of lance’s better results. she wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in her arms and never let him go.

she was lying in bed when he came home, duvet pulled tight around her body as she lay on her side, e-reader plugged into the wall with a cord that wasn't long enough to make it to the bed. all of her books were still in boxes. very few boxes had been unpacked, just enough that lance wasn’t going to come home to an empty house.

the bedroom door creaked open, and lance slipped inside, overwhelmed with love when he saw y/n lying in bed, face scrunched up in that adorably sexy way she got whenever she read a book she was super into.

she was so engrossed in her book, that she didn’t even notice that he had come home. lance smiled to himself, slipping out of his jeans and sliding in between the cotton sheets to wrap his arms around y/n.

“hey, my love.”

she smiled as lance nuzzled his nose into her neck, giggling as he tried to slip a hand up the oversized concert shirt she’d worn to bed, his finger caressing the hemline of her underwear.

“hey, lance.” she awkwardly turned her head to give him a quick kiss before turning back to her book. “one more chapter, and then i’m yours.”

lance laughed, a hearty sound that y/n never got tired of hearing. “that’s what you always say. i bet we’ll both be asleep before then.”

“how domestic of us.”

he gently kissed her neck. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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mykonos, greece. summer 2021

there were exactly five weeks in between silverstone and whatever the fuck came after, but lance didn’t care. as soon as silverstone was wrapped up, he grabbed y/n and the two of them ran like hell from the track, breaking more british traffic laws than they could count on the way to the airport.

once they were on the plane, lance turned off his phone. he didn’t want to hear anything from the team while he was in greece. nothing was going to spoil his vacation, because he was about to do something he couldn’t take back.

he was going to ask y/n to marry him.

right now, the girl in question was asleep against his shoulder, and all the aston martin driver could think about was how ungodly lucky he was to even have met y/n in the first place.

thank god that lando norris was so bad with directions.

it was their fifth day in mykonos before lance finally decided to make a move.

they were at the beach together: lance attempting to keep up with his fitness regime, lest his trainer get pissed off when he returned to england, and y/n was curled up on a beach towel with a hardcover book in hand.

after finishing his workout set, lance returned to the beach towel, sitting directly behind y/n and pulling her flush against his chest. he kissed her hair gently before asking her to put the book down.

“there’s something i want to show you.”

“can it wait until i finish the chapter?”

lance smiled, internally rolling his eyes. “how many pages are left in the chapter?”

she pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head, counting the pages left in that chapter before turning to her lover. “like eight? i only just started the chapter, babe.”

“then it can wait.” lance chuckled, pressing a bookmark in between the pages before shutting the hardcover an prying it from his girlfriend’s hand before helping her to her feet.

“lance, where are we even going?”

“just wait, you’ll see!”

they were at the edge of a cliff overlooking the whole island.

y/n smiled widely, looking over the edge of the cliff. “lance, this is bloody incredible.”

lance grinned, getting down on one knee, a crushed velvet box in his hand. y/n stared at him, clapping one hand over her mouth. “lance...”

“y/n y/l/n, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

“yes!”

it was a quiet wedding, exactly six months later, on the same greek island. his family, her family, and at their own bloody insistence, every driver on the grid. sebastian was lance’s best man, and nobody had ever seen the driver look that proud.

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manchester, england. march 2022.

since becoming y/n stroll, she had rarely ever missed a race, taking time off work more often than her bosses would have liked and working remotely from a hotel room.

so to miss lance’s season opener was a punch in the gut.

it was the day before they were due to leave for bahrain, and y/n had spent the entire morning throwing up. the smell of the candle in the couple’s living room made her nauseous, even though the citrus scent had never done that before. and she was tired all the time,

“sweetheart, i don’t love the idea of leaving you here.” lance’s voice was full of concern as he lay on the couch with his wife, their bodies a tangle of limbs as he cradled her body close, inhaling her hair.

“lance, i’ll be fine. there’s already a chance that sebastian is going to miss qualifying, i don’t want you to leave your team without both drivers.”

“promise me that you’ll call if you need anything?”

“i promise. i love you, lance.”

when lance came back home five days later, y/n already looked better. her skin was glowing, and she had a bright grin on her face as her husband stepped through the front doorway.

“welcome home, my love.” she cooed, wrapping her arms around lance’s neck before pressing up on her toes to give him a kiss. “I have a surprise for you.”

lance raised an eyebrow. “a surprise?”

“yes, silly. a surprise.” she took lances hand and lead him through the small house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. the only bedroom, since both spare rooms had been turned into other things: a simulator room for lance and home office/library for y/n.

when they got to the master bedroom, lance looked really confused. “it’s a box from IKEA.”

y/n smiled. “look a little closer, honey.”

lance knelt down next to the cardboard box to look at the drawing on the side while his wife slipped into the ensuite bathroom.

“babe, why do we have an IKEA crib?”

y/n came out of the ensuite bathroom, a stuffed elephant in her hands and a wide grin on her face as she passed lance the stuffed animal before reaching into the waistband of her jeans for the little plastic test. she pressed the test into lance’s hand, and his eyes went wide, a grin on his face.

“you’re pregnant?”

y/n nodded, unable to say anything before lance swept her into his arms, attacking her face with kisses.

“we’re going to be parents, y/n this is incredible!”

“i love you so much.”

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lance was snapped out of his reverie by movement in the bed next to him.

“do you always stare at me while i’m sleeping?” y/n’s voice was groggy, a stupid grin on her face as she attempted to snuggle closer to her husband, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“only if i wake up first.” lance smiled calmly, pulling y/n closer.

as lance was about to comment on how quiet and peaceful their house finally was, he could hear soft cries coming from the crib in the corner. when y/n moved to get up, he insisted that his wife lay back down.

“i’ve got it, my love. you carried her for nine months, this is the least that I can do.”

she smiled, squeezing his hand.

“i love you, lance stroll.”

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